“They think they know”

They dooo…
They think
they doooo…

You don’t listen
You compare.
You brush me off
Like you don’t care.
Clarify this shit…
As My diagnosis
rolls up off anothers
Tongues…

like
Water off a leaf
That’s weak…

Let me make it
Clear to those
Who won’t and
Don’t understand
That the issue
Can’t be compared
To you self
Diagnosis of me
Or yourself.

Boxed in a
A box in corner…
Small walls
I can’t peak over
Them.
With out…
I dare you to
speak… Making
Me more lonely…

“OH just do some breathing techniques and exercise. “

Ok that’s fine!
but It only
Last for a little
while!
You wonder why!
I Don’t smile!
I just
Need a stronger
Dose im on
Enough meds
To take a bull
Down!

Make me bitter
At all repetitive
remarks!

You!
Don’t!
Know!
Me!

Let me tell you
How it feels to
Be me!

Relationships/can’t
Going out in public/won’t
Being surrounded by
new people your
Friend knows/ I don’t think so…

I can socialize
to an extent.
If I say something
Out of order…..
To the huddle…
You may or may
Not hear me
keep apologizing……..

So my isolated
My inner and outer
Being…….

These issues with
in me.

Can only be exposed
If you know me….
Or sometimes not
I just feel…
Real tire…
So good night…

O ya…
I forgot…

Most times group
With a bunch of
Me’s and yous can…
Maybe even a hand
Full can understand me…

Only!

My mind
Is…

Mostly out of
Order………

I never asked for
A pity party ………

Browning Of The Roux

“Browning Of The Roux”

Quit bitching
Folk.

You’d probably
Throw up.

All in your
Mouth till you choke.

Can I get
A witness from.

Those who
Have been.

Subjected
To all types.

Of murder
Entrapments.

Oppression,
War, discrimination,
PTSD.

Hold up
Now!

Real PTSD
From rebel enemies.

Infidels to
See your well being.

Lifeless, loving
Less, teenager’s.

Killers with Chips
in there britches.

Masked up
Then home invaded.

Ransom shit
Stripped till humiliated.

Starving for the,
Lost betters.

From a bitter
No better life.

Always, off,
Scedual…

Fuck Your
Money!!

Though my
Tribe maybe starving…

Staying on
Dope just to gets sleep!

Drinking liquor to
Heal from the beating!!

Cocaine in my
Veins, staying awake!!!

For days!!!!

To dodge all
The heathens!!!!!

And if I bleed
Today!!!!!!

You will surely be
Murdered this evening!!!!!!!

They don’t give
A fuxk what we believe in…

BITCH IM BLAXKK!

BUT TO ALL MY
OPPRESSED ALL!

AROUND THE WORLD!
PLEASE DON’T BE SEATED!

EVEN IF DIFFERENT
CIRCUMSTANCES!

YOU ARE NOT ALONE!

THOUGH WAR MAYBE
INEVITABLE!

MOST OF THE
WORLD DONT GIVE!

A FUCK ABOUT
USSS!!

OR SHIT ABOUT
WHAT WE GO THROUGH!!

SAYING AND PRAYING
AND POSTING!

IS LIKE A FAD OR
BANDWAGON!

BUT IF YOU AINT
FIGHTING WITH US!

ALONGSIDE IN US!
ANYWAY!!

FUXK YA WORDS,
PROMISES, AID,
PROTEST!

LETS FIGHT
FOR OUR SELVES!

FOR BETTER PROGRESS!

KEEP YA SMILES
AND RACE OR RELIGION!

SPLAININGS!

CALL ME WHAT YOU
WANT!

THATS ALL YOU
GOOD AT IS HATING!!!

War For Dummies

Blood pumping through vains. Behind those dark shades. Standing up… Taking over dark days refurbishing. Lighting up the path way with muzzle flashes. Bullet casings fall in love with the rain puddles on the pavement as well as the gutters.

He’s seen enough shells to float noahs ark. Are you ready now to walk in his shoes. He’s taught men how to make knives out of solid bars of soap. Turning on them… Putting the blade in the juggler.

Puncturing soft throats. Sometimes even immortals die. Watching all pressure points exposed for speak easy access. Putting your opponents down by the speed that broken a false god’s crown. With a humble smile.

Releasing a inner sharp razor blade till the concrete is all covered in cherry pie filling. He can teach you behind those dark heartless shades. To be tactically insaine. So if you ever spot this man. let him teach you the way of the aware mortal black shinobi. The wise fool left behind after the war still here……

Always debonair

EVERYDAY YOU
WALK OUT THAT
HOUSE YOU
BETTER LOOK
LIKE SOMEBODY!

For real…
Because there is
no one on the
planet like you.

So make an
impression that
will permanently
brand your image
into.

Someone’s
mind for a long
period of time.

You better shine
like a dime.

Stay
sharp like
Street art.

Premeditate your
Own style…

Like a well
planned crime…

Kill’em with style.
create a crime scene
of beauty.

Handsomeness…

leave their minds in
ooooowwws an
ahwwwws.

Women or man…
Man or women…

You are someone…
You’re thee sun…
Attractive…
Hard to look
Away from…

Your taste…

Style is of your
own.. and

Those eyes of
anothers..

You…

Will…

Own…

You…

Better…

Believe…

It…